annielane

I have crazy moments. I'm usually in my room when they happen. Sometimes I'm around other people.

I take my cigarettes, I out on warm clothes, I go outside with my notebook and smoke and write. Usually it's about suffering. Usually I just write the thoughts floating around in my head. Tonight's went something like this:

<i>My life is not intense enough. I want someone to light me on fire. figuratively. Are you that person? Hopefully.</i>

Therapy is tomorrow. I need confidence and I want my old intensity back.

Damn the Man, save the Empire.